I have a confession to make. I used to try to reduce my blood sugar as much as I possibly could before going to sleep in order to make it vaguely possible for me to even sleep. Ever sat up for hours at night with a feeling like your mouth is filled with vomit and the skin around your lips has become encrusted shit? That is basically the feeling I get when I lie in bed at night with a blood sugar even slightly to the North of 10.0 mmol/l. Continue Reading

First of all, I want to apologise to the British ultra-slow doom metal band Esoteric for using one of their best lyrical lines as a title line. The song that this quote is from is the opener on their first album, Epistemological Despondency. The song is more simply titled Bereft, and is basically themed around the collective failure of the Human species to live up to its own promises. Continue Reading

Whilst I do not have the time or inclination to attempt to explain them at present, I thought I would take some time to explain one of the bands I regularly listen to and even base some of my fictions upon images I get whilst listening to. I refer, of course, to the Swedish symphonic doom metal band called Therion. Continue Reading

July is an odd part of the year from my perspective. My mother was born in the last week of it, and I was diagnosed with diabetes exactly thirty years to that day. I have already resolved that if my dream of being in the Human trials for a cure for diabetes comes true, I will ask them to do that procedure on my mother’s birthday. She will “get it”. Continue Reading

Things tend to happen in a domino-like effect. For example, when I replaced my audio receiver, I ended up keen to purchase new discs to exercise the audio capabilities it offers. As I type this essay pile of shit, I am indeed viewing The Muppets. Like a certain other film that capitalises on a relic of my childhood, instead of trying to pretend like nothing has changed in the numerous years since the cast was really heard from last, it acknowledges those years. Unfortunately, this alone does not guarantee quality. Continue Reading

Well, I guess things have improved somewhat since I was in my twenties, since the outrage directed at Joe Scarborough prompted him to make what he regards as an apology. But for the many terrified autistic Children Of The ’80s and Powell types who are already afraid to even talk to people because of his original spew of rubbish, this would not even be good enough if it were a sincere apology. Continue Reading

I suppose that I should learn to not be surprised by how disappointed I can get with people in the media, but the shooting in the Century 16 cinema at Aurora, Colorado has brought out a level of bullshit that I just find so disheartening to be on the same planet as. Previously, I wrote about a gun lobbyist rhetoric proclaiming the Wild West fantasy that if everyone in the theatre had a firearm, the death toll would be lower. First, so what? One person being shot dead when they were only out in search of a good time is still wrong. Second, when dozens of people start shooting, stray bullets tend to kill more than just “the offender”. Continue Reading